Confession

Yente Serdatsky

1913

“Meanwhile months and years disappeared. At twenty-eight I was still without a husband, still an eligible virgin . . . It was spring—free, warm. My heart ached so, I thought I’d go crazy . . . the walls of my room pressed in . . . people seemed ugly—especially my girlfriends. I felt only disgust at the prospect of reading a printed page. I had a…

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